Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT June 16th 2023

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For this session we read a poem “Bird-Understander” by Craig Arnold, posted below.

Our prompt was: Write about when words fail.

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"Bird-Understander" by Craig Arnold

Of many reasons I love you here is one

the way you write me from the gate at the airport
so I can tell you everything will be alright

so you can tell me there is a bird
trapped in the terminal      all the people
ignoring it       because they do not know
what to do with it       except to leave it alone
until it scares itself to death

it makes you terribly terribly sad

You wish you could take the bird outside
and set it free or       (failing that)
call a bird-understander
to come help the bird

All you can do is notice the bird
and feel for the bird       and write
to tell me how language feels
impossibly useless

but you are wrong

You are a bird-understander
better than I could ever be
who make so many noises
and call them song

These are your own words
your way of noticing
and saying plainly
of not turning away
from hurt

you have offered them
to me       I am only
giving them back

if only I could show you
how very useless
they are not


Craig Arnold, "Bird-Understander." Copyright 2009 by Craig Arnold.

6 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT June 16th 2023

    • Michele348's avatar Michele348

      In a similar fashion, Elizabeth, they say a “picture is worth a thousand words” and so do our body features. I know when my children were young, they knew when Mom wasn’t pleased with a particular action without me having to say a single word.

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  1. Rita B's avatar Rita B

    When words fail
    Rita Basuray

    When words fail, look. Eyes also convey meaning.
    The stare might invite an uneasy – “What?”
    from the person, and a dialogue might start.

    What? I was thinking about how to tell you that –
    I was thinking that you won’t want to talk to me, but –
    What? Well, I happened to find –
    We were thinking that –
    Did you find if the test results are back?
    Did you find the ring?
    I was thinking.
    We were thinking.
    Did you find?

    Mission accomplished.

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  2. Michele348's avatar Michele348

    About when words fail~~~

    I lost you.
    You were there for half my life until you were not.
    Words taken for granted at the time, but now are stored in memory.
    Interactions between us seem now to be covered in cobwebs.

    As I listen to my heart and hear your voice,
    I realize how different my life would have been if you had not been a part of it.
    You formed me, you made me into me
    and for that, I am so very grateful.

    I know you now walk beside me

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  3. Andre F. Lijoi's avatar Andre F. Lijoi

    There are no words to ease your sadness
    Perhaps knowing that others care brings some solace
    Time with help but this story will revisit you
    Give it the time and space it requires
    Give it silence
    Shelter it
    Do not flee from it
    This grief requires a special place where you can leave it safely
    and return at a later time
    The poet said, “be inclined to follow the way of rain
    as it falls slow and free
    And yet another says, [take it to the forest where the song you heard singing there when
    you were a child is singing still.]

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    • Michele348's avatar Michele348

      Somehow sharing sorrow with another lightens its load just so slightly… to make it a bit more bearable. But at times it will bubble up to the surface from the recesses of our hearts and minds and the best we can do is acknowledge it and deal with it in the best way we know how. Sometimes, it is a matter of listening to the birds singing or looking at wildflowers growing along a wooded path in the silence of tall pines. The edges of sorrow are made just a bit less jagged and sharp simply by standing still and looking, listening, and feeling the world around us.

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